The throne room doors shut behind her with a heavy boom, but Lisa didn't flinch.
If anything, she smiled.
A small, sharp, victorious smile, the kind that lived only in the corners of her mouth, the kind she never let anyone else notice. Not
even Anna.
Especially not Anna.
The corridor ahead was nearly empty, sunlight spilling through tall windows, dust floating like soft glitter in the beams. It looked peaceful. Quiet. Safe.
And that alone made her want to laugh.
Everyone else had left the throne room shattered crying, panicking, whispering, trembling.
But Lisa? She walked out with her head high, her back straight, and not a single drop of worry in her blood.
Because unlike them, she knew the truth.
She was untouchable.
The last surviving thread of Aurora's network. The only one clever enough to erase her tracks. The only one who had always stayed five steps ahead.
